*note – I totally know an apostrophe goes in “it’s” – apparently my template has decided it’s a no-no in a blog title.
Remember my post on the new TSA Regulations? Sexual assault and privacy and all that? Well, the ramifications of the policy are starting to come out.
The TSA ejected a passenger who refused a “groin check.” My favorite line?
“You touch my junk and I’m going to have you arrested,” Tyner can be heard telling the TSA agent as his cell phone camera captured the ordeal.
And someone from our very own blogging world has been effected. I mean really. Who doesn’t want their labia and breasts touched? A line you should think about?
“It is acceptable and encouraged that a TSA government official can do something to an American citizen that US military personnel cannot do to a member of the Taliban.”
I again repeat myself – I don’t care. I, as a rape survivor, don’t think I can fly now. What if they choose me for an “enhanced” pat down? What if they want me to go through that full body scan for all the world to see? What if I have to fly due to a funeral and completely lose my shit?
When my brother committed suicide, my mom tasked me with bringing all her pictures of him in frames for the memorial. Due to the frames, I couldn’t bring it on the plane with me. They lost them. They lost my mother’s only photos of my brother. We were able to get them back in two days – literally we picked them up from the airport on the way to the funeral. What happened in the airport when I found out they lost them? Completely lost my shit – the big ugly snot cry, “You-u-u don’t understan-nd-nd… I have to tell this to my mo-o-o-ther.” Now, imagine the same scenario, which I already know is a possibility – since it happened – along with having been reminded physically of my rape.
Just take me to the psych ward, ’cause I’ll probably need to be medicated.
It’s common basic stranger danger mentality. Don’t touch me, and I won’t touch you. I can’t seem to articulate well enough how bad and wrong these new regulations are.
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